11 April, 2017
6:45 AM…Cat on the window sill, coffee in the mug. With the window open about an inch, fresh air eases the closed in feeling of a winter whose time has past. It’s nice. This, from the reflection in Give Us this Day, before reading the front sections of the paper…
~The death and resurrection of the Lord is not a past event we re-enact through the tableaus of Holy Week. Rather, it is a dynamic mystery that plays out in the holy chaos of our lives.~ Fr. Edward Foley
I like that…and then, I look at our world and wonder—Is it *holy* chaos, the bombings of whatever sort in Syria; the Coptic church bombings in Egypt; the lorry-as-a-weapon crashes in London and Stockholm; the volatility of Russia’s relationship with nearly anyone of late; the fact that Arkansas wants to execute seven inmates in one week?
There seems little that is holy in any of that. And an enormous amount of chaos.
And then I remember the Kandinski mobile of evening light on the buildings last night during prayer. I recall seeing seams of earth splitting with the life force of a stem less than a centimeter long. I notice that Lauds is again being sung by a robust choir of songbirds, recently returned from unnamed adventures during their migration.
There seems plenty holy in that. And a healthy amount of chaos too, though of an entirely different sort.
When I hold both of these sets of observations together, I arrive at a somewhat unexpected place. In the middle of our General Chapter 2016 document. Specifically, I find myself considering one of the four calls named by the Chapter:
To live more humanly:
In the radical style of Jesus of Nazareth, we wish to be in closer relationship as sisters with one another and with others; we wish to be simpler, more human and closer to people and their experience, in order to show forth the joyful and compassionate face of God and to be at the service of Life, wherever we are sent.
To hold as much truth as we can is an extraordinary amount of chaos to bear. And if I am honest, I hold my portion best when I am at my most human. Most vulnerable. Most free, transparent, honest… because that makes room within me for Love. Love is what allows me to hold Truth, to bear the chaos that comes with it and not be completely undone by it.
Love allows me to enter the whole mess of Truth that is what it means to be fully human. Bombs. Blooms. Evil. Awe. Love. Humanity. Love. Divinity. Love. Death. Love. Resurrection. Love.
Radical style…holy chaos...indeed.
(NB: Image is of an icon painted on the wall in the RSCJ novitiate in Poland)